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01-22-2017, 01:27 AM
ÖDE
He realizes, a bit belatedly, that this is not the best time for conversation. Lena drew him in, but as the red of his gaze slips from her to run across the other assorted mares and stag, Öde notices for the first time the size of the group that has come together to work. Being social while setting yourself to a task is one thing, but attempting to monopolize someone's time for a reunion is quite another. Not wanting to distract her or the rest, Öde sets to work, content to make his return known to Lena, if nothing else.
Hoping that his presence isn't hindering anyone's abilities, Öde reaches down for some assorted debris, grasping it gingerly between his teeth, conscious of the textures and the filth. Though by no means a pristine horse, he's accustomed to a kingdom of ice and snow. It's cold and harsh, but in a way, clean. It lacks a certain, grit that this sandy shore boasts, and he's newly aware of how thankful he is for that.
As his head turns he spots the new arrivals. He spits some driftwood from his maw, tongue hanging out with exaggeration as he pauses to give them an unabashed once over. "Welcome," he intones pleasantly enough, or at least he means to. He's trying not to let his filthy tongue touch much of the rest of his mouth, not wanting to spread the cleaning gristle. He proffers a smile to soften his words, but with his features frozen and his tongue extended, it's a lot of teeth and a lot of weird; unsettling in the way an obvious madman whom doesn't know he's mad can be.
Hoping that his presence isn't hindering anyone's abilities, Öde reaches down for some assorted debris, grasping it gingerly between his teeth, conscious of the textures and the filth. Though by no means a pristine horse, he's accustomed to a kingdom of ice and snow. It's cold and harsh, but in a way, clean. It lacks a certain, grit that this sandy shore boasts, and he's newly aware of how thankful he is for that.
As his head turns he spots the new arrivals. He spits some driftwood from his maw, tongue hanging out with exaggeration as he pauses to give them an unabashed once over. "Welcome," he intones pleasantly enough, or at least he means to. He's trying not to let his filthy tongue touch much of the rest of his mouth, not wanting to spread the cleaning gristle. He proffers a smile to soften his words, but with his features frozen and his tongue extended, it's a lot of teeth and a lot of weird; unsettling in the way an obvious madman whom doesn't know he's mad can be.
I have become DEATH
the destroyer of worlds.
image creditsthe destroyer of worlds.
Be aware active magic doesn't work in his vicinity due to his magic!
62.5/62.5 HPHelovia Hard Mode
